Nice day.

I am here on my Mom's puter getting ready to go get my little man, he gets out at 3:40. It is pretty much his last week at his school. He is doing better here, he is more relaxed. No fighting between me and his father. You see, we don't get along as well as we used to. He's always treated my family with very little respect. He's said some mean things to my brother and sisters way back when and they haven't forgotten that. Well my Ex thinks his shit doesn't stink. Well I have to remind him everytime I see him that it does. He also thinks that I will never mount to anything in life. What he doesn't see is that I have raised our son...ALONE. With no help from anyone. This is the first time in 6 years that my Mom has helped me out since I moved back here from Rockford.. See when I moved back from Rockford I stayed with my Parents back then too so actually this is the 2nd time she has let us stay with her. That is what I mean. My Mom has helped me in alot of ways, but by letting us stay here with her it means the world to me. I remember when I had my surgery in March she stayed the night with me. That was fun.....I woke up hurting so bad that night I went in and sat on the bed with her crying. Ended up going downstairs and sleeping on the couch cause my tummy hurt so bad.


Which reminds me...I have to make a phone call real quick. And of course no one is around to answer freakin' phones. GOD PEOPLE. I hate this shit. I am starting to get pissed here. When you go to call places for when you need help and no on answers the phone it kinda makes you mad.